I treat people as if they are disposable,
I keep them at arms length,
Always sure to never let them truly see me
For who I am and what I’ve been through
patiently waiting
For them to **** up.
Now, the size of the **** up does not matter so much
As the fact that the **** up occurred
If you **** up you cannot be trusted.
because what would have happened
If I shared with you part of me
And you took it with you, as you ****** up?
Now I am less than whole with one less person in my life
Something I cannot afford
So I wait for the **** up
So I can let you go
Before I even get the chance to give you a peace of me
Before you even get the chance to run away
With a piece of me